We are in the midst of going through boxes, cleaning out closets and the garage and getting ready for the big move. Because Zoe and I will be moving in with my mom, she is also going through everything. Apparently in my younger days I was a hoarder. She has no less than 50 boxes of my memorabilia that need to be tended to. Honestly, I have no clue why I kept pencils the size of quarters or shirts that neither of us have any recollection of me wearing. It's mind-boggling all the junk I've accumulated. Especially since I'm anti-save anything now. I kept a few baby clothes of Zoe's, but that's it. I have no problem throwing away her weird cut-out art project that has no meaning. I did keep the paper where she's learning to write her name. I'm not totally heartless, just more practical than I used to be.
I'm not going to lie, it's been absolutely fun going through all the boxes. I've found several pictures that bring back old memories. There are also a ton of pictures of me as a little girl. When I show them to Zoe, she says, "I don't remember having that dress mom...oh wait, that's you." I always knew we looked alike, but it's freaky how much.
That's not all I've found. N and I used to date in high school. I use the term "date" very loosely. Basically we went to two dances and a movie. Considering that I wasn't a huge dater, that's quite a bit. As I was going through my high school memory book, I came across a photo album. This was the picture on the front:
Why yes, that is N and me at a dance our junior year. The memories came flooding back. He informed me that he had the perfect vest, it was a chili pepper vest. That only played into my small crisis in that I couldn't find a dress that I liked. Try and find the perfect dress that goes with a chili pepper vest and one that gives you confidence despite all the phobia of going to a dance with a boy you really like who also freaks you out because he likes you back. Oh, teenage drama!
Since it was semi-formal, I had to get a dress. Sensing my huge mid-high school-life crisis, my mom offered to make me a dress. N, of course, wore his totally awesome chili pepper vest.
We doubled with his sister and her date, Justin. We all went to youth group together and thought it would be fun. We drove out to Fairchild AFB where N's dad was stationed. They lived on base. I'll tell you, there's nothing more intimidating that driving to your date's house, having to wait outside the gate that's guarded by men with guns and have your date come pick you up and escourt you in. Ah, teenage drama!
His parents made us a fancy dinner of chicken cordon bleu and then served us sparkling cidar in wine glasses. It was all very sweet and totally uncomfortable. Then they took no less than 100 pictures of us in a pre-dance photo shoot. Looking back, it was absolutely awesome that they did this and that I actually kept it. During the photo shoot, it was totally awkward.
The dance was a blast. N has always been a really great dancer and we always had a really great time together. Even if he wore a chili pepper vest and my skin was bordering on being a Cullen from Twilight.
I showed this to N this weekend and he said, "I still think you're beautiful...even with that unibrow." He's a keeper!
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